Have you ever gone to your closet in hopes it would suddenly look like the alleged confidential closet at Vogue? Yeah, me too. Picture me the other day. I wasn’t feeling 100%, but wanted to go vote and spend time with my girls and Hubs, and write. All this and I wanted to be comfortable. And at least semi-looking like I didn’t spend the previous night on a bender. I decided to forgo makeup (a rare thing for me because I don’t have a lovely natural glow) or do much with my hair (why bother?)
So, while my closet is definitely not what I assume Campbell Hunt Puckett or Stacie Diamantides does, you can still tell I have plenty of clothes. And this doesn’t even cover my three dresser’s worth of uninspired clothing options. Yet, I am convinced I have nothing to wear. Even to work I rarely stray from the same few outfits.
But, back to today. What can an overweight, “mature” woman wear that still feels fun and young? I decided to go with some black, stretchy, button-fly skinny (kind of a misnomer since I’m not) pants by Jennifer Lopez. I wish I had about ten more pairs and appreciate my mother-in-law getting these for my Christmas one year. I kept meaning to go find them and buy them up, but alas, I have but the one pair.
I paired these with my Nike tennis shoes (for comfort) and my awesome chenille-like sweatshirt from Webster University. Threw my hair up in a pony, and I was done. I actually thought I looked fairly cute. And I rarely think that. I mean, I’m sure I didn’t, but I can dream, right?
I go vote. I go to lunch. Life is good. And comfortable. Veronica leaves to go back to college and I decide to get some much-needed writing done. Isabella asks if we can go bowling since team tryouts are coming up. So, Hubs, the blonde, her boyfriend, and I load up to go to Herrin Bowl. Hubs chooses not to bowl due to back spasms and I probably should have followed suit. But, did I? Of course not.
We get shoes, go to our lane, and I’m up. Still in my super comfy clothes which is quite fortuitous since I go for my first throw, slide on the incredibly slick floor, and bust my ENTIRE bum. I mean, I just went full-on prone. The worker asked if I was okay and all I could do was give a thumb’s up. Was I incredibly hurt? Nah…just my pride. Or at least that’s what I thought. I ended up breaking at least one and probably two toes. How does one go bowling and end up with broken toes while wearing shoes, and it not include dropping the ball on them? Welcome to the Land of Kristin. At least we all burned some calories from laughing hysterically at my klutziness!
So, the moral is this. Sometimes it is okay to go for complete comfort and just enjoy life. My toes will heal. I will wear makeup and fix my hair for work. And I will start looking for some stylish clothes that make me feel chic for those days that I want to feel super good about myself. But I won’t punish myself for those days that all I want are stretchy jeans and a sweatshirt. Life is entirely too short to beat yourself up over your appearance. Another bonus was that I didn’t bust out the seat of my pants since they were stretchy!
Check out these websites for incredibly stylish ladies that are definitely on the ball!
Campbell Hunt Puckett – https://www.youshouldwearthat.com/blog
Stacie Diamantides – https://www.liketoknow.it/willworkforfashion_
 That's it...I'm going naked! You're welcome, I didn't REALLY go nude. But, here's my foray into realizing that looking good is often just feeling good. And I link a couple super stylish women to check out! Thanks! Have you ever gone to your closet in hopes it would suddenly look like the alleged confidential closet at Vogue?